Issue 164

Summer & Fall 2023

Image from The Seafarer

Fiction Jessie Ren Marshall Fiction Jessie Ren Marshall

After I Become a Ghost

After I become a ghost, I decide to haunt my ex-husband. This is not as vindictive as it sounds. I bear him no ill will. I merely wonder what it feels like to be him. You see, my husband is a man, and I had been a woman. I am curious to try on a suit of flesh with new bits and bobs in it.

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Fiction Leyna Krow Fiction Leyna Krow

The Twin

Ruby was the first one to use the word “twin.” It was a Sunday, and we were all home. I heard the telltale cries from Jace’s room, signaling that he’d woken from his afternoon nap. “Coming, buddy,” I called as I made my way upstairs to extract him from his crib.

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Fiction Ruth Joffre Fiction Ruth Joffre

A Girl with Two Heads

All morning, she writes notes to her other self: trigonometry test tomorrow, no Quiz Bowl practice today (Mrs. Lionelli out sick), Mari wants to hang out later, please steer clear of Jessica (she’s being a jerk today!!!!) and Ronaldo (he pulled my ponytail), no need to wear your hair up, apologies in advance for the indigestion (fridge was empty so had to buy rectangle pizza at lunch and already regret it).

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Fiction Rose Bunch Fiction Rose Bunch

The Cleanse

That was the winter we discovered how filthy we all were. Defiled by toxins and microscopic debris from our food, air, clothing, shampoo, and perfume. It lurked in our eyeshadow, sectional sofas, and wall paint. Infused our dish soap and radiated from our iPhones.

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Fiction Sarah Mollie Silberman Fiction Sarah Mollie Silberman

Buzz

The plan is that Richard will get to the bookstore at quarter to seven, and he will be greeted by an events coordinator named Lindsey. When he arrives, he is disappointed to learn that Lindsey is not a young, earnest woman, but a young, earnest man.

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Fiction Leslie Walker Trahan Fiction Leslie Walker Trahan

Refuge

Sometimes, when I wake in the middle of the night, I think about the time we convinced ourselves a mountain lion lived in the field behind our houses. Remember the sticks we found cracked in the grass, the paw prints leading to the creek?

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